Hello

Oh, goodness. I have no idea what to say. usually I just ramble on and on but this time I'm actually a bit speechless... I guess I'll start with my discovery of Wicca...

My first introduction to spells and magic was Disney's movie Hocus Pocus. Sure the witches were evil, but the idea of magic had me enchanted, and the blond chick was quite pretty. I was about seven or eight at this time and my mom ensured me that it was all make believe, that it wasn't real and of course I believed her. However that didn't stop me from pretending I was a spell casting witch when I was playing in my yard. I would mix whatever I could find and say it would make my dog talk. (Of course I never actually gave it to my dog, most of them I knew would hurt him.) One day a mixture I made was left sitting out all night (some wild flowers, perfume samples, and random stuff found in the yard) and when I found it the next afternoon it was potpourri!

Fast forward about five or six years and we have the Harry Potter movie and me still fascinated with the idea of magic. Only this time we have an example good magic. One day during lunch a friend of mine commented about visiting a witch right here in town. My first thought was "Wait, witches are REAL?!" and as you can guess I was pretty excited but contained it well. After some discussion I discovered that I knew the woman my friend was talking about, so I made plans to walk over to her place that afternoon once I'd taken care of my responsibilities.

Up until this time, I had only known about one religion in the world. It never felt right to me, but it was either Heaven or Hell and of course I wanted Heaven. When I got to her house I began asking her all sorts of questions. My only knowledge about magic prior to that time, was Hollywood. So looking back I realize that the questions I asked were very fluffy bunny type, but at the time I didn't know better. The woman was amazingly patient and answered my questions with elegance. I visited pretty regularly, looked around her shop, asked questions, read the books she loaned me (and returned them, stealing isn't nice) and researched online.

Wicca did not feel like coming home, it felt like moving out of the house you had grown up in, and finding a house that feels like it was made just for you. A house that feels like a home soon after you get settled into it. I have learned much since then, but I will never forget the patience my guide had when I was asking those silly silly questions. I remember what it was like to be ignorant and lost, and do my best to show the same kindness towards other seekers.